It is now spring in Kansas City, a season that provides a lot more opportunities for what this poem is about. If, that is, we’re willing to let go of winter.
i felt a cool morning breeze as i walked along the road soon i passed a neighbor with his dogs another perfect day he said to which i couldn’t but agree with little traffic on the road it was the kind of walk on which you didn’t carry any load across the road i saw a woman setting out her trash i watched her as i walked having crossed her lawn she reached her porch stepped through her doorway and turned back toward the street i saw her door begin to close at first she didn’t notice and i almost looked away for the moment quickly fading had no plans to stay then suddenly she did it she had waved her gesture gave me brief delight for after all a further push and she’d have simply disappeared from sight i know it’s just a wave of which i shouldn’t make too much and i know it will not take away our burdens pains and such yet as i ruminate i cannot help but think that as we walk through life we still can wave across the roads that separate
From Random Lore © 2019 Charles Schlee